The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns ~ George Santayana

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Of Hope...

"None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.." ~ Anne Rice

There has been no news on MH370. Sigh

I look at the pictures of the families, not knowing what happened to their beloved. It is not knowing, not being in control, being helpless, waiting. How it kills. I pray. Airiel says 'Amin'. He asks me 'Org dalam kapal terbang tu pergi syurga macam Akif ke Mama?' and I am besieged by a stabbing sensation in my heart so painful it brings me to my knees. Raw. I smile and say 'Kita doa ye Airiel sayang?'. I look away because I swore to myself never to shed a tear in front of my son ever again unless they are tears of happiness.

There must be hope. There should be closure.

And so I look at the little things.

His endless kisses and how they change my world and heals my heart, piece by piece...

Freedom for Palestine

If you love wealth more than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, depart from us in peace. We ask not your counsel nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you. May your chains rest lightly upon you and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen - Samuel Adams